- #1 Book in the KINGS series - * * * Two warm hands slip over her shoulders, calloused fingertips ghost over the bone at the nape of her neck, making a shiver run down her spine. Tender hands gather her hair and push the damp lock over her right shoulder. A soft rumble against her neck soothes her nerves, and his forehead presses against the back of her head. And for a moment, they just stand there in complete silence. "I'm sorry." The words escape his mouth in a rasp, "Gods...I'm so sorry." * * * A man who's lost his humanity, drowning his pain in responsibilities, an upcoming war, and his duties. A woman who's lost everything else, fighting against her demons every day, drowning her past in caring for others. A Lycan meets a Human. Strength meets Resilience. Power meets Perseverance. Rough meets Soft. And somehow, these two broken, lost, fundamentally different people are a perfect match. *TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of abuse and rape, explicit sexual content, violence.* Cover by the incredible @icebear Copyright © by @Elle_m2 #1 in abuse the 27/12/20 #1 in mates the 01/05/20

Emriana travels to the Kingdom of Ekudal to sell her paintings but gets more than she bargained for when she catches the eyes of the triplets Princes of Ekudal known for being heartless cold-blooded murderers. But here's the catch, she doesn't realize who they are...

"Just let me take care of you," Alexander says as his hand moves across my thigh, his legs holding me in place on the couch. "I can't, it's too much-" I go to move his hand, but another set of hands stop mine. The rings and veins make it obvious who it is. "Enzo, please," I whine quietly. "Be a good girl and sit still. You need a release, baby. Do you want us to make you cum, or Vince?" It was then that I look over to the armchair in the corner, a silent set of eyes sweeping along my body before raising to my eyes. Vince. _________________________________ Ellie Taylor was strong. A 20-year-old college student with two full time jobs and being forced to take care of her younger brother, Eddie, it was fair to say that she was exhausted. She needed someone to take care of her, but would she let anyone in long enough to take control? The A.V.E Brothers. Not actually brothers, but business partners and friends. Alexander Marcello, the professor. Enzo Romano, the CEO. Vince Grey, the Bodyguard. They were bored of their easy and lonely lifestyle, and needed to have a challenge; something new. They craved control. Would they be able to keep someone around long enough to relinquish their control?

After the Lycan overtake of the government, many things changed for humans. This includes Paige White, who because of being human, is mistreated, beaten up, and forced to live in the slum area, a specific area made for the lowest race in the current world; Homo sapiens. After having turned 16, she is forced to attend the mating ball, a ball for the werewolves to meet their mate, something Paige and her parents have always prayed to not happen to her, but in vain. *** I let my fingers brush against the back of the books, feeling myself becoming giddy at all the different titles. I turned around and went over to another bookshelf, bending my knees to look closer at the books on the bottom shelves. My muscles froze in place when I heard the door opening, a line of light spreading next to me. I closed my eyes, praying that my snooping wouldn't end up being the death of me, before abruptly straightening out my knees, and then slowly turning around. Because of the light coming from behind him, all I could see was a tall broad-shouldered silhouette, a pair of eyes lighting gold. My heart stopped in my chest. "Mine."

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

*A reverse-harem fantasy romance* The female decline was swift. Birth rates dropped at an alarming rate, and within years, men across all realms grew restless and aggressive. Their desperation led to women being collected at birth and sold at auction, and humans gradually became one of the most sought after. Parents began hiding their daughters, birthing and stowing their females underground in a desperate attempt to keep them safe. Charlotte is one of them. Hidden from the men who would tear her family apart to get to her, she's accepted that she'll live her entire life within the thick walls of her childhood home. When the human government permits a large-scale raid, Charlotte is one of the unlucky women caught. Forced out of hiding and thrown into the home of three powerful demons, Charlotte must learn how to stay alive in a world she's only experienced through stories from her parents.

Story of a traumatised army man and a dainty Russian girl who meet in Italy over the summer. A series of one-shots I turned into a simple short romance. Second book by me Tammy also known as babybrownz, hope you enjoy started January 24 2022 finished...ish February 2nd 2022

Sang Sorenson grew up in Greece and used to be close friends with Silas Korba. But then one day he left with his friend and she never saw him again. At least until six years later, when she moves to Sunnyvale Court in South Carolina. But things can't be fixed with a simple "Hey, great to see you again." Sang has to learn to trust people, to believe that they really will be there, no matter what. She has to learn what a real family is all about. But with bad men out to get her family, how can she do that? Will Sang open up to the Blackbourne team in time for them to help her? **Characters are based from the C.L. Stone's Ghost Bird series and are not mine. This is fan fiction. This story is for entertainment purposes only and will not be sold in anyway.** Book One: Please Don't Leave Me Behind Again (Completed) Book Two: Please Don't Ever Let Me Go (Active) Book Three: Please Don't Let Me Shatter Again (Coming Later)

Two new obsessions have consumed the Blackbourne team: the beautiful new male student at Ashley Waters and the captivating feminine voice from the woods behind Sunnyvale Court. Little do they know, the two are one in the same. ~ Sang Sorenson is a beautiful, kind, compassionate girl who was born to a family of neglectful, cruel, hateful people. At the tender age of eleven, at the time when most girls are finally showing physical signs of becoming a woman, Sang's "mother" made her to look undoubtedly like a boy. After almost seven years of being forced to act, dress, and speak like a boy, Sang, now Shaw, has become resigned to her fate. The only time she has to remember her true self is when she sings, away from her horrible family who seek to stifle her. All other times she must pretend, that's all her life is anymore: pretending to be male...that her sister doesn't hate her...that her "mother" doesn't torture her...that her father might even care if she died. Until a new job takes her family's story to South Carolina. Where for the first time, someone might begin to notice her story doesn't add up. When nine someones may just be able to see past the pretend. P.S. These characters are for entertainment purposes only, they belong originally and entirely to C.L. Stone. P.P.S. This is a ghostbird fanfic, therefore there will be scenes of abuse, swearing, and possible sexual situations as I see fit ;)

Tori is already cracked and broken after barely managing to escape her abusive fiancé. She's trying to heal both physically and mentally. She doesn't want to disappoint her new Academy friends by being weak or needy. She's trying so hard but the pressure keeps building and building. Between dealing with her mother, keeping up in college, and wanting desperately to be useful to the only real friends she's ever had, Tori is bent over backwards and barely managing to stay on her feet. How far can she bend before everything snaps and the truth comes out that she's just too broken to be fixed? Book 2 (Lost Birds) **This story is a fan fiction that was inspired by Cl Stones Academy Series (if you don't know her you should give her a read). The characters and plots in this particular spin off are my own but CL Stone reserves the rights to the Academy. Trigger Warnings: Violence, Self-Harm/Suicide content discussion, Sexual Content, Abuse, Blood, Mental illness.